the thing i remember most from when i died in february is the silence. it was the deepest quiet i’ve ever known. a strange light would pass around me, and i had a vague feeling of floating. no thoughts, no feelings beside utter peace
i’m so addicted to needles/injection. i’ve shot up amphetamines, heroin, ketamine, mda, psych meds. it doesn’t matter what’s in the barrel, i just want to shoot up.
i hate my life. ive tried so hard. im taking my meds, going to therapy, sober, eating normally. all this and i still can’t get my life together. it makes me wonder, “what’s the point?” why stay sober if i’m crazy and miserable anyway? why eat if i’m depressed or manic regardless?
my body is so fucked after my overdose. my circulation sucks, so i’m freezing cold in 90° weather. i’ve purged twice in the last week and have been eating just a bit less and i already have pretty bad heart palpitations.